We are so close, yet so far.

Both a little scared.

Neither one prepared.

 

People come in and out of my life all the time, as and when they like.

Somehow, you remained silently in me, with me. 

I’m touched by your subtle acts.

There’s little need for words.

 

Shows belong on stage.

Where everything’s exaggerated, glamourous.

And only for a while.

There’s no need to put up one.

I think I’ve seen enough.